Today marks six months from that first fateful coffee date with S. Since that time, we haven’t looked back. I can’t believe how fast it has gone, and yet I can’t believe it has only been half a year. Because I feel like I’ve known him forever. And my family seems to dig him too – aunt and uncle invited him to their debate-watching dinner tonight.
Witness the following exchange between S and my mother…
Mom: I want to tell my grandkids someday about the history Barack Obama is making. And tell them stories about this debate and how I felt about it.
S: You mean my kids?
If that wasn’t the most blatant revelation of his intentions, I don’t know what is. It sounds like he caught mom a little off-guard, but in a good way.
Whoulda thunk it? I travel all the way to Africa to meet my first husband, go through a painful divorce, and swear off looking into the future with anyone for a very long time. Then it turns out my perfect person was literally in my backyard all along.
When you know, you just know.
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